The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

Lois Aldridge had known the weight of the debt before she ever touched the wool. She stood in the damp air of the mill race, the water churning black against the stone, watching the pale mist rise from the vats. It was a color that did not exist, a gray that swallowed the blue. She was forty-two, and her father’s estate sat heavy on her ledger, unfinished. The commission was due by the...

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